flying fast & far
Samie. 18. College.
I like sunflowers, math, and poetry. I use tags lots, think lots, and write lots.

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I mean I could get up for a run because I haven’t in a week

jcatgrl:

taejira:

Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen

here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)

sorelatable:

Freshmen about to be in the hallways like

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beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

circlebirthday:

Collection of wonders.

obesitycore:

the really shitty thing about being told that youre smart your whole entire life is that as soon as you dont understand something you just kind of completely shut down and his this big shitty crisis because maybe youre not as smart as youve always been told 

Or, maybe, we fall into a crisis because we’re not use to having to struggle to learn. Everything comes easy, thus we are given false security. Learning is a process. It takes work. It may suck butt, but we are only “not as smart as [we’ve] always been told,” if we just give up. Struggle because that is how we acquire knowledge. 

I call my car Lovey

Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.

Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via shittyteenblog)

Spot on, dad. Rubbles are no good.

Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.

the-taintedtruth (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
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